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I read somewhere that dominant women treat their men like little boys, while submissive women treat their men like babies. Dominant women tend to teach, correct and discipline their little boys, while submissive women tend to do all what their babies demand, or cry for, no questions asked, you can’t say no to a baby right :)

I still can’t decide how accurate that opinion is but I agree with the writer, who was a domme by the way but I can’t remember her name, that a domme to her submissive is like a mother, and vice versa, she feels that he is her son, not in the incest kind of way of course!

If you observe the relationship of any mother and her little boy, you will find that she is constantly molding him into her idea of a good man, telling him what to do and what not to do, instructing him all the time to behave properly, punishing him if he doesn’t follow her rules and explaining all the confusing things that he doesn’t understand or know, from her point of view, so that he grows up with her values, ideas and trying to be the man she wants him to be. This is exactly what a Domme/sub relationship is all about. I won’t get into the details of how it got to be that, mommy issues from the sub’s side and control and attachment issues from the domme’s side, that doesn’t matter and it’s not my point, as long as this kind of relationship is making them comfortable, happy and secure it really doesn’t matter how they got there.

And my favourite part, little boys are always clinging to their mothers, they need their mothers to feel safe, even if they are away doing whatever they always want to come back to their mothers, clinging to them not only physically, but also emotionally. She is like the pillar that makes everything okay and safe.

Now let’s get a little more specific shall we, in a femdom relationship when Domme meets sub, she spends A LOT of time and effort teaching him her values, making him abide by her rules, changing the things about him that she doesn’t like, of course that doesn’t mean that this kind of relationship would destroy the individuality of the man, each of us is unique in our own way, and being in a femdom relationship doesn’t erase the personality of the sub it just modifies it into something that would work for the Domme and for the relationship to be right the sub needs to feel appreciative of the Domme’s effort and happy about it, if he doesn’t feel that way then something is definitely wrong in the relationship, because everything in this relationship is about being happy and finally accepting who you are.

It depends on how connected and intimate the Domme and the sub are, but my ideal version of that connection is when the sub actually identifies himself as the little boy who needs his Domme’s guidance, love, wicked mind and firm hand, even if he acts out or disobeys she is always at the back of his mind, he is afraid of what she might do or how she would punish him, he is even more afraid that he might disappoint her, he knows and feels in his core that even if he is actually bigger, taller and even older than she is, she holds an invisible power over him, that wherever he goes she holds an invisible leash binding him to her, that she might pull on it whenever she wants and bring him crawling at her feet, that the safest and happiest time in his life is when he sits at her feet clinging to them and hugging them, that is exactly how the little boy should feel about his Domme.

On the other hand, a Domme wants her sub to look up to her for guidance, to thrive and do his best to please her and make her happy, I mean it should be every little boy’s most important hmmm wish, to make his Domme happy and satisfied and pleased with him, to make her proud of him, to follow her rules and thrive at making himself better at the things she likes about him and likes in general.

Actually nothing would be more romantic for a Domme than to have her little boy believing in, craving and surrendering to her motherly domination.

The Countess

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Relationships are so fragile, so delicate, especially femdom relationships. It’s a paradox really, you connect on a very deep level but that connection is like a thread that has to be handled with care.

When you connect with someone on the deepest level of connection possible, breaking all boundaries and letting go of pretences and fake facades, mechanisms and defences, you actually drive your relationship to the edge and leave it hanging there, you are at both the highest point possible in a relationship and just a slight push away from the fall that could shatter the whole thing, you are at an equal distance from the strongest and weakest points in the relationship.

So when you have a strange romance that edge is so dangerous and exciting at the same time, and the fall is almost deadly, but not quite, since we all survive falls until our final fall comes, even if we lose a part of ourselves in the fall.

I had this fantasy, crazy introvert fantasy, sweet in all its weirdness, that I can live my strange romance in a completely isolated world of our own, just me and him. No distractions, no other people, no commitments, just me and him, living the strangest and craziest romance of all time.

But that’s the problem with strange romances, they just leave you high and dry when you thought anything was possible.

They were having a BBQ in their garden. They invited a few of their close friends to enjoy the beautiful weather with them in the outside, the fresh breeze mixed with the delicious grill smell. He was in charge of the grill, while she was preparing the salads in the kitchen. He approached her silently as she was shredding some lettuce for the salad, he brushed up against her. She could feel a bulge against her thigh and she knew immediately what he wanted. He always had a hard on whenever he came to her to ask for permission, whatever the thing was, he always had a slight bulge in his pants. She smiled on the inside so broadly that it showed on her face. She knew he was shyer whenever there were people in the house, but they both always managed to make it through. “May I go to the bathroom please, honey?” he whispered in her ear. She didn’t look up, she just continued what she was doing and replied with “Yes baby go ahead”, and he thanked her and was on his way to the bathroom when her voice stopped him short, “Don’t lock the door”. He looked up and found her smiling at him, he moved his head that he wouldn’t and hurried up inside. They had their private bathroom inside their bedroom so he wasn’t worried that anyone would come in. He was never allowed to lock himself in any rooms or bathrooms when they were alone, but he could do that only when they had company. He entered the bedroom, closed the door behind him and took a wooden box from over the bedside table and entered the bathroom. He knew that when she said that she would expect to find him in a certain position when she entered the bathroom. He closed the door but didn’t lock it and proceeded to take off his clothes. He opened the wooden box and got his collar out, the one she got him as a gift a few months back. It was leather, it was his official collar. He put it on, fell to his knees, dropped his head and waited for her silently behind the bathroom door.

A few minutes had passed until he finally heard the bedroom door open and close, then the bathroom door finally opened. By the time she got there he was already dying to pee so he kissed her feet the moment she entered and asked again if he could pee. She told him that he should pee like a good doggie just as she taught him. She sat on a chair they keep in the bathroom for her to observe him while cleaning himself and while shaving. He walked on all fours to the drain, removed its cover, walked a little more until it was just between his legs and held his cock with one hand to pee directly into the drain. After he was done he washed his hands while on his knees and then went back to sit by her feet.

She stood up and walked towards the tub and he automatically followed her. “Get in there”, she pointed towards it and he climbed in. “We have to get that thing of yours washed don’t we”, “Yes Mistress”, and he lay waiting in the tub on all fours for her to tell him what to do next. She took the bottle of lotion they keep in the bath tub and he could hear her opening it and spreading some lotion on something. The next thing he knew she had something hard between his ass cheeks, “Spread them doggie” and he opened his legs for her. He felt the long, hard stick going inside of him, and his already aching cock started dripping precum, he surely didn’t expect her to do that, not now, not with people in the house. He moaned as she pushed it further inside him, it hurt a little but the lotion made it easier to go in. it was a loofah with a wooden stick attached to it, he got her a set as a gift, little did he know that his own gift would end up penetrating his ass. A slap on the ass made him jump, she wasn’t using her hands, she was using something wooden, the rest of the set he got her, the back brush. “This gift of yours turned out very handy”, she said as she slapped him again on each cheek. It was easier for her to handle both items as the wooden handles made it easy for her to fuck him in the ass and spank him at the same time, she was really enjoying this, she was getting all wet herself.

She kept moving the wooden loofah stick in and out of his ass as she spanking him on his now pinking ass. He was moving his ass in a slutty way, the way he knew she liked, as she was fucking him with the stick. He was moaning, his cock dying for her touch, he wanted nothing in the world but to brush his cock against her leg like a good dog until she agreed to give him some attention and release his milk. His horny moans and slutty moves got her very excited, she kept the wooden stick inside his ass, left the other one on the floor and then put some shampoo in her hand. She opened the faucet enough to get a little bit of water and then held his cock with her slippery and soapy hand. He moaned loudly and started moving his body against her hand. “Don’t get dirty thoughts slave, we are only going to clean it up”, and he moaned more as she teased his cock with her slow strokes and playful fingers. She rubbed his cock head a little with the soap, and then moved to the shaft and then to his balls. His precum was dripping nonstop now, and he was on the verge of exploding in an orgasm. She let go of his cock and went to the sink to wash her hands. He could then hear her sitting on the edge of the tub to which he had his back and then her panties were suddenly over his head. They covered his eyes, “Turn around and face me”, he turned slowly and carefully and the second he reached the other side of the tub she pushed his face in between her legs.

He started licking her as she was moaning and pushing his head inside her more until he could breathe nothing but her, taste nothing but her, even see nothing but her. She was moaning as he heard the bathroom door open and the sound of heels on the floor and the scent of flowery perfume. His heart stopped for a second and he stopped licking, she pushed his head further in as she addressed the new comer, “You can sit and watch for a while, and if you want to play you can spank him with the wooden back brush over there. “, the footsteps walked towards the tub and he started feeling the wooden brush on his ass. He was extremely excited that if his Mistress had touched his cock now he would shoot to the ceiling. He was licking her harder and faster as she moved her hips with him, and as the woman invisible to him started spanking him repeatedly on his ass.

She knew he was more excited than ever, and that he probably thought she wouldn’t act upon that fantasy of hers. The licking, the urgency of his tongue inside her, the look of her new friend spanking her lover on his ass made her dive into an orgasm that made her whole body shiver. When she calmed down and enjoyed the lip service he gave her she addressed her friend again “You can fuck him with the wooden stick in his ass, just don’t remove it, I want you to watch as he struggles not to show us how much he is enjoying this and then struggle again not to have the orgasm he is dying to have in front of you, he will probably cum in a second”, she got up and stood beside the tub. She reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock and he immediately let out a wild moan. “Don’t worry honey, our friend here wants to see you cum like a good doggie so let’s give her a good show” and both women laughed. He started feeling the wooden stick moving in and out of him as his Mistress tightened her grip on his cock and stroke him, he was going to explode. “Please Mistress, please let me cum, please”, his begging made his Mistress slap him on the ass, “More begging slave, you know how much I love to hear you beg”, she said as she stoke his cock slowly but firmly which drove him more mad. “Please Mistress, I beg you let me cum, please Mistress, I want to cum so bad, please, please Mistress let your slave cum”. She continued without saying a word so he started again, but this time he could barely control himself and he knew how mad she would be if he disobeyed her in front of her friend, he wanted her to be proud of him so he begged some more, “Please, oh, oh, plea, Mistress, please, I need, please” and both women laughed. “Cum now slave” and he immediately started ejaculating. He was shooting in wild waves that a little of his cum shot to the wall. He was lost in a trance of ecstasy when he barely heard her saying “That was very enjoyable dear, we will see you outside in a minute” and the door opened and closed.

As he was calming down she took her panties off his face and kissed him wildly. Their lips were locked and she was hugging him and pulling him closer to her. He looked into her eyes as she smiled at him, “Now honey we have to join our guests” and kissed him on his cheek. He took off the collar and put his clothes on as she wore her panties and adjusted her hair and makeup. When they were ready she locked her arms in his and they left to join their guests outside.

As they were coming out of the house “La Isla Bonita” was playing, people were gathered outside eating and chatting. He scanned the crowd fast, trying to figure out which of these women was in there with them and when he looked at her to ask she put her finger on his lips “No, I won’t tell you who she is, not now”, and she kissed him lightly on his lips. “Now you know I love this song, will you dance with me babe?”, she looked at him passionately, her eyes sparkling, “It would be my pleasure my lady”, and he swept her off her feet as they danced in their garden feeling like they were the only two people in the world.